Life Events

My Questionable Decision Making

I first need to start this post by saying no mom I did not get a face tattoo. That is all.

My original plan for this post was to talk about how I won first place in an underwater basket weaving contest. However, it is almost midnight and I haven’t even started the post that will go live in a few hours. Being a habitual morning person, and always defeating the sun in a race to rise. This is extremely late for me, and the account of my underwater basket weaving skills would be subpar due to the combination of my post finals brain drain, and the fact that its past my bed(sorry mom).

Therefore, I shall wait to post my story on underwater basket weaving and will instead explain to y’all how I found myself in this situation.

Our story starts at 6:30; actually let’s rewind all the way to Tuesday. I did not have a class on Tuesday or Wednesday therefore, Thursday felt like a Monday making today (I write my posts the day before they’re published) a Tuesday. And on Tuesday I don’t get home until midnight so my body and brain are geared up and ready to rumble into the wee hours of the night. Plus, I woke up at 6:30 this morning instead of my usual 4:30. Craziness I know, I just couldn’t help but sleep in and ensure that I was well rested for my finals today.

After completing my morning ritual, actually morning routine, ritual makes it sounds as if I sacrifice one of the stray cats from my apartment complex, in order to bring out good spirits. So my routine is done and I go to take my first final of the day. But I can’t really call it a final because it only took 10 minutes to complete, so it was more like a waste of the ten cents I spent on the Scranton. So after I wasted half a block of Ramen noodles, I studied for my differential equations final, took that final which was a real test and not a 10-minute waste of time and then proceeded to play softball with my engineering society.

Which was surprisingly athletic and competitive given the circumstances of the athletes involved. After winning in softball I went home, showed, cleaned out my wounds. Yes wounds, we engineers take our softball very seriously therefore I had no choice but to dive into third to prevent from being tagged out. And yes it was completely worth it.

Once I cleaned up it was around 7pm but I did not notice that, It felt like 3 o clock on a Tuesday time to go do lots of stuff. Like go to the store and buy and IQ test, and then proceed to take said test. Which turned out to be the longest test I took today. Also my brain was already fried from differential equations so I do not know how I had the mental stamina to take a two hour IQ test. The whole point in me taking this test was to settle a disagreement that I had with one of my friends. So the two hours passed, I graded the test, and all of that work was used to prove my friend right….

This was when I finally looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost 10! To which I had a minor freak out as I scrambled to complete all the things that I had to do today, one of which is write this blog. A post that is nowhere as interesting as what it would have been had I not decided that the best thing for me to do after a week of finals was to take an IQ test. Hence why I question my decision making sometimes. Regardless of the circumstances I hope y’all enjoyed my dissertation on my in-ability to judge time and good ways to spend it.

So I challenge you to not carelessly do whatever you want and ignore the clock, because eventually you will notice it, and then you remember all the things that need to get done and how little time you have to do it. As always; make good choices, share if you like what I said, comment if you have something to add, and I will see you tomorrow.

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